I see my cottage is pretty comfy. I've got a nice living room with a white couch and a bookshelf across from it. Some flowers on a table. I've got a nice dining room/kitchen. Well carved chairs and tables with an iron stove in the corner. A red crystal sticks out the top. There's a library in the back with tall shelves covering the walls. And in the living room there's a ladder that leads up to the second floor. Which appears to be a master bedroom. A nice bed, dresser, and even more books.
Oh God, I'm in the medieval ages. There's no tv. This blows. Immensely. Suddenly I realize my access to easily consumed entertainment is gone. Now I'll have to like, go to a play or something. I bet there aren't even any good comedies around. This sucksssss.
I sigh and shake my head. Focus Henry. You're here to bring good to the world. Now it is time to go do…something.
I'm a lawyer here as well right? I have no idea how I pick up a case though. I don't exactly have an office here. Hmmm…
I hear a loud sigh from a certain woman, and look up at the ceiling anxiously.
"Libra, if you're there. Please tell me how to be a lawyer here." I ask nervously.
"Find the courthouse here and speak to a clerk. They'll give you a case." Libra says quickly.
I smile and nod at the ceiling.
"Thank you." I say quickly.
With that, I leave my cottage. And enter the city streets. It's surprisingly not loud. I'm used to the sounds of cars roaring by. Now it's horses trotting by. People chatting to one another. And the strange sounds of magic. I don't know if I'll get used to the magic. It almost reminds me of dubstep. I never liked dubstep or any electronic music for that matter.
I don't even know where I'm going. I'm on a street corner watching people and carriages pulled by horses go by. A young man with shoulder length black hair and green eyes joins me, smoking something that seems like a cigarette. He wears a black steel chestplate with a white star made of swords painted across the front. A black leather trench coat. Black pants. And black boots. He has a tall deerskin bag with a white fur cuff around the top. Inside are several strange swords of all shades and sizes. I'm amazed he can carry it so casually.
Our eyes connect, and I look away immediately. Then I realize this is my chance. I turn back and speak.
"Can you help me? I'm looking for the local courthouse." I ask nervously.
The young man points ahead of him at a tall marble building with a large statue of someone that thought Libra was half demon, half angel. Very silly. I smile at the sight.
"Thanks sir." I say warmly.
"No problem." the young man says calmly.
The young man and I start to cross the street at the same time. However, the young man walks into a tall man wearing black plate mail with a loud clank. I chuckle and keep walking. I hear them arguing beyond me, and sigh amusedly. Cities are always filled with assholes.
However, I find myself turning around when I hear the sound of steel clashing with steel. I see the young man holding a black katana, barely fending off a six foot long, foot wide blade that is bearing down on him with its great weight and the tall man's strength.
Behind the tall man is a small party of people smiling at the sight of the fight. A crowd is beginning to form.
The young man pushes the blade away, then dashes forward with great speed. He's a blur as he thrusts his blade forward into the tall man's face. But a high pitched note fills the air, and I see the blade forced off course. Instead the blade ends up inches away from the tall man's face.
"Hey Deatrix. You should regret missing. That was your only chance." the tall man states coldly.
"Go fuck yourself, I know that bard just helped you!" Deatrix yells angrily.
The tall man pulls his free fist back, and swings it hard and fast. Deatrix brings up his left arm to block it. I hear a bone crack as it connects, and Deatrix is sent flying back across the ground.
Suddenly a shrill whistle fills the air. I turn towards it, and see men in dull gray plate mail wielding longswords and shields rushing towards the scene. They must be the guards of this city.
"Cease the fighting at once! Hands up! Calm the fuck down or we will stab you!" Guard 1 yells angrily.
The tall man slowly puts his hands up, while Deatrix stuffs his black katana back in his bag. Then he pulls one hand up.
"He fucked up my other arm. Sorry." Deatrix says tensely.
A guard gets in front of Deatrix, and points his longsword at him. Two others get in front of the tall man, pointing their longswords as well. And one guard stands off to the side, armed with a glowing crossbow. Strange. Video Game instincts tell me the crossbow is enchanted.
I jump as the crossbow wielding guard starts shouting at everyone else.
"All of you stay put! We will be collecting witness statements from all of you! Refusal to provide a statement results in being imprisoned as decreed by Judge Javare!" Guard 2 shouts firmly.
I sigh and shake my head. A distraction just before I arrive. Great.
It isn't long until a guard approaches me. His weapon is still drawn and it makes me tense. I expect him to pull out a notepad or something, but he just immediately starts questioning me.
"Alright, make it quick. Tell me what you saw." Guard 1 says firmly.
I quickly explain everything as thoroughly as I can. I'm not sure if it'll help though. The guard's eyes seem to glaze over halfway through.
"So you say they started arguing with one another, and a fight started. But you didn't see who started it, right?" Guard 1 says calmly.
"That's right. Sorry for being useless." I say nervously.
The Guard shrugs.
"You're free to go. Move along." Guard 1 says calmly.
I nod, and start to do so. However, I hear the young man beginning to argue loudly. I turn around, and see the guards are loading him onto a blue and black cart.
"I didn't even start this shit! Why isn't he being arrested? And the bard helped, I swear!" Deatrix yells angrily.
I sigh and watch with sympathy. And then an idea strikes me.
I approach the young man and the guards arresting him.
"Wait a moment. Allow me to give him my information. I'm a lawyer, and I wish to represent him in court." I say nervously.
The guards look at me, then each other amusedly.
"You one of those adventurer chasers then? It's whatever, give him your card." Guard 2 jokes.
I am suddenly concerned at the realization I don't have business cards. But then-
"Check your suit jacket's inner left pocket." Libra whispers warmly in my ear.
With a bemused expression, I do as she asks. I pull out a half black, half white card. This is getting ridiculous. But damn that calligraphy on here is good. It even changes color perfectly between the two halves so it can be read perfectly. It reads:
Henry Sheeves, Lawyer
Come to 13 Key Lane 9AM-5PM, Monday to Friday for a Consultation.
I have to restrain myself from sighing when I realize I'm gonna deal with a lot of people knocking on my door.
I hand Deatrix the card, and smile with some confidence.
"I'll contact you once the case is official. Then I'll get to work on it." I say warmly.
Deatrix gives me an annoyed look.
"Just start now. Like Gods above, is this your first time? All my other lawyers immediately started interviewing people. And investigating the crime scene." Deatrix says angrily.
I blink confusedly at that.
"Um, I don't know if that's part of my job…" I say quietly.
The Guards around me laugh.
"Oh Gods, this really is your first time. You're screwed this time, Deatrix. And ain't no one else gonna represent ya since you're a repeat offender." Guard 1 says amusedly.
Deatrix glares at the guard, then at me.
"Maybe I'll just represent myself in court." he says angrily.
I somewhat restrain an amused smile and the guards laugh again.
"Even the adventurer chaser is better than you for this Deatrix. Just let him do his work." Guard 2 says amusedly.
I hear the now familiar sigh of Libra whispering and suddenly the entire world around me turns gray. Everything slows to a standstill. I look around confusedly for several seconds until Libra appears before me once more.
"Alright kid, I guess this is on me. Being a lawyer here is a bit weird. First of all, you're more like the combination of a detective and a lawyer. So you'll have to interview these people yourself if you want information. Unless you manage to get a guard to spill the beans, but something tells me that's unlikely." she explains sheepishly.
I squint an eye and tilt my head with annoyed confusion.
"Are you kidding me? I have to do the cops' job? What happened to them providing evidence? Why are they collecting statements then?" I ask angrily.
Libra kicks at the ground, looking down.
"Ummm…hasn't been established yet. And they're collecting evidence on the other adventurers' behalf. I'll spoil they have good connections in this city." she says, embarrassed.
I groan and shake my head.
"Any other weird things about this place?" I ask annoyedly.
Libra shrugs. Color returns to the world. She starts fading away.
"I'll let ya know if it's important." Libra says calmly.
Everything starts moving once more.
I turn to Deatrix and smile nervously.
"As the card says, I'm Henry Sheeves. May I know your name?" I ask nicely.
"Jacob Deatrix. Warrior of King Gilgamesh." Jacob states proudly.
I nod, still smiling.
"I see. Well, I'll get to work then." I say awkwardly.
I focus my mind, and immediately approach the guard with the crossbow.
"Excuse me, sir. Is it possible to get the witness statements from you?" I ask with determination.
The Guard looks at me and holds out a hand.
"500 gold coins, and I'll hand it over." he says calmly.
I sigh and step back.
"Maybe next time." I say, embarrassed.
I look around at the people still around. There's a man in a bright blue shirt with yellow criss cross stripes and blue pants. Three young women blowing kisses to the bard in that tall man's party. And an older man in very fancy purple robes laced with gold threads sitting on a fancy red chair with leather cushions on a porch.
First I approach the man in the bright blue and yellow striped shirt. He's leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. He looks at me with pity.
"You're a damn fool to pick up that guy's case. He's a warrior from the Kingdom of Gilgamesh. A troublesome one at that. He's started fights in the city before. And those adventurers are well renowned. They've even saved the city before. It's almost dumb to help that Deatrix fella." he says seriously.
I blow out an annoyed breath. Then I search my pockets in the hopes of some supplies. Thankfully I find exactly what I need. A notepad and a pencil. I pull them out, and open it up to a page.
"Is it fine if I ask you questions about what happened?" I ask with forced calm.
The man shrugs, and takes a hit of his cigarette. I take it as a sign I can begin.
"What's your name sir? Mine is Henry Sheeves." I say calmly.
"Dallphi Jenkins." Dallphi says calmly.
"So can you tell me if you have any idea who started the fight?" I ask with determination.
"The man in plate armor did. But good luck proving that with how loud the young man was." Dallphi says calmly.
I raise an annoyed eyebrow.
"I'm sure I'll manage." I say firmly.
Dallphi chuckles and takes a hit. He exhales a few smoke rings.
"I doubt it, adventurer chaser. You grabbed the wrong case this time." Dallphi says with bitter amusement.
"Why are you so sure I'll fail?" I ask annoyedly.
Dallphi sighs, and takes a long hit. Eventually he exhales an A with a circle around it.
"They are high ranking adventurers in the local guild. As such, the guards and judge have a preference for them. Because they get results. They have genuinely helped the town." Dallphi says amusedly. "Despite their selfish actions." he says bitterly.
"Selfish actions like what?" I ask seriously.
"There's no proof for any of this. But it's what I hear. The Bard sleeps with a lot of people's wives to start with. I think that's honestly true with the large number of men that want him dead. There's a man that the bard describes as a swashbuckler in their party. But really he's more of a rogue. I hear he's constantly stealing from people. And maybe even selling drugs." Dallphi explains bitterly.
I am taking notes rapidly as he explains all this. Honestly these adventurers already sound like a typical D&D party.
"Then there's the plate mail guy your client pissed off. He's always starting fights and killing people for the slightest things. If it wasn't for that bard's silvertongue, he would've been arrested by now for sure. Finally, their leader is a so-called Wizard. Apparently he's very wise. Though it is such a strange thing that all his plans to save the city involve us providing all the materials and gold for his admittedly very powerful spells. He's a leech." Dallphi rants bitterly.
"I see, they do sound truly dreadful." I say sympathetically.
"Damn straight. They're the worst." Dallphi says angrily.
I nod, and flip to a new page.
"Now back to the fight. Can you tell me how it started?" I ask nicely.
"Ah yeah. That fucking plate mail guy shoved him and called him a weakling. Of course, that sets off the young man like it would any hot blooded warrior. If he kept his cool, your life would be a lot easier." Dallphi says angrily.
"Indeed. Do you know who struck the first blow?" I ask nicely.
"The plate mail guy. It was fast too, but my eyes were on him cause I knew he'd pull that shit. It isn't the first time I've seen him start a fight." Dallphi says angrily.
"I see. Can I rely on your testimony at the court trial? This information would be very useful." I ask nicely.
Dallphi grabs at his collar, and takes a nervous hit of his cigarette while looking away from me. He exhales a few shaky rings.
"Hmmm, I don't know. I don't think I'd testify against them unless you had some other good witnesses." Dallphi says nervously.
I sigh with disappointment and hunch over a bit. Then I straighten up and make a fake smile.
"I'll let you know when I have more witnesses. Can I have your address or a way to contact you in the event I succeed?" I ask with complete politeness.
"Ah yeah. My address is 253 Darnforth Road." Dallphi says calmly.
"Thank you. Until next time." I say nicely.
I turn away and take a few steps. I look around for who could be my next potential witness. As I do, I hear a man chuckle arrogantly behind me. I remember laughs like this from my previous life. Normally I'm part of the reason they're laughing. Rich men using their power and influence to do as they please.
I turn and see the tanned man wearing purple robes laced with thick lines of gold and diamonds. He has a tall, purple felt hat. It reminds me of a stiff beanie. He's chubby, and his fingers are covered with rings.
He's looking down at me with smug eyes as he sits on a porch of a nearby inn. He has a tall, skinny man in black, baggy robes with a large purple family crest painted across the chest. It's separated into three sections by lines that are similar to a fortress wall, with a symbol in the center of each. At the top, a crow with a red beak and red claws. On the bottom right, A wreath of leaves and acorns. And the bottom left has a dagger with a black blade and a golden hilt. I vaguely remember from school that these symbols have meanings of some kind, but I don't remember what they are.
"You truly wish to defend that brute? He clearly attacked my good friend Balgor. And I guarantee my testimony will mean more than whatever garbage comes out of your mouth." the noble says with smug disdain.
I return a glare fueled by determination. Though my eyes drift to the man standing beside him, and I can see my past self standing there. That was my position before. The lapdog of a rich bastard.
Admittedly, my motivation is selfish. But it's nice the first thing I'm doing is standing up against a rich douchebag and his friends.
"I don't even know who you are. Why would your words matter so much?" I taunt confidently.
The noble's eye twist into a malicious glare. He stands up, and points a finger of authority at me.
"My name is Cato Sordelia. I hope you're ready to spend the rest of your time here cursing my name as I run you out of town." Cato declares with dramatic anger.
I smile defiantly.
"Ha. Threatening a lawyer already? Very unwise. A practitioner of the law has more influence than you." I state proudly.
Now Cato laughs at me like I'm a fool. He laughs for several seconds. I join in half way, laughing even louder with a proud edge. This quickly makes Cato stop, and glare once more.
"So what did you even "witness" anyway?" I ask skeptically.
I make quotation marks with my fingers when I say witness. When I do, Cato smacks his hand against the railing.
"You dare imply I'm a liar?!" Cato snaps angrily.
"Prove me wrong with your testimony. What did you see?" I ask confidently.
I snort with amusement at myself. Where has this confidence come from? I think I'm just riding the high of defying a rich bastard for once.
"Hmph. It's obvious what happened. Quite simply my friends were walking down one part of the street, and your client another. Your client bumped into Balgor, and started yelling at him. Balgor tried to calm him down, but instead your client attacked Balgor, and he was forced to defend himself. That's what happened, dead man." Cato explains angrily.
I roll my eyes and cross my arms.
"I clearly heard them both start arguing at the same time. I know that much for sure." I say, annoyed. "Also, who are you calling a dead man? That's a clear threat now." I say angrily.
"Oh hoh hoh. The Lawyer is getting mad? Whatcha gonna do? The judge isn't gonna hear any case you make. He's a good friend of mine." Cato taunts with smug disdain.
I sigh with pure annoyance. He even has the judge in his pocket. This will be as difficult as pinning a rich bastard down in my world.
"Heh. Don't fret too much. When you're done with the interviews, return to your home. I will help you create the edge you need to win this battle of wits, and more to come." Libra whispers in my ear.
I smile when she finishes. An edge, huh?
"What? Do you think you have better friends than me? I doubt it." Cato taunts confidently.
I frown and glare once more.
"I think I'm done here for now." I say firmly.
I turn away and walk off. I return to the intersection, and look around. It isn't long until I hear women in beautiful dresses gossiping. The first woman is tall with red hair. She wears a green dress with a frilly bottom. The second woman is short with black hair. She wears a blue, strapless dress. The third woman appears to be an Asian woman from my world, except she has bright blue hair. I'm unsure if it's because she dyed it or because this world is weird. Also she's wearing a bright red dress with fluffy shoulders and an ample um…exposure of her cleavage.
"Oh man, that Bard is sooooo handsome." Woman 1 says happily.
"Yeah, and he has such amazing music." Woman 2 says with dreamy desire.
"And he's so good with that tongue." Woman 3 says with lust.
"GOD YES!" Woman 1 and 2 say in unison.
"Man, if only we weren't already married." Woman 2 says annoyedly.
"Right? Man, fuck my husband. Figuratively, not literally. His dick smells." Woman 1 complains bitterly.
Woman 2 and 3 laugh while I have to restrain myself from staring with pity.
"Man, did you see him get in trouble though? I wonder if he'll put on house arrest. I could go see him more often then." Woman 3 says happily.
"My God, Bellencia! You're the worst!" Woman 1 laughs with good humor.
"Whatever! Not like you wouldn't try it too!" Bellencia retorts proudly.
I decide it's time to approach at this point. I hold up a hand and smile politely.
"Excuse me, I am a Lawyer representing a client. Could you tell me what you saw today?" I ask nicely.
The women tense up. Protective anger covers their faces. I'm almost shocked they've changed so fast for this Bard.
"It depends. Who are you representing?" Woman 3 asks tensely.
"Jacob Deatrix." I say quickly.
They all start glaring in unison.
"Fuck you man! Why would we help send that gorgeous Bard to prison?" Woman 3 yells angrily.
"My God, Bellencia. Chill." Woman 1 says, worried.
"Look ma'am. I'm just trying to do what's right. Why don't you do the same?" I ask nicely.
The second woman starts throwing her hands around herself in aggressive manners, even doing what I think are gang signs at me.
"Listen Mister Lawyer. That dude in the trenchcoat? His dick is small and I can tell he's an angry little shit. He clearly started that fight, and that's what I'll say in court." Woman 2 rants angrily.
"Yeah, I'm with her!" Woman 1 says angrily.
"SAAMMMEEEE!" Bellencia yells angrily.
I am taken aback for a moment. But then, their earlier conversation flashes into my mind.
"Hear me out. What if I could give you the "best" result?" I say like a snake oil salesman.
I wink as I say best. They look at me with annoyed confusion.
"What do you mean 'best result'?" Woman 1 says cautiously.
"I have been…thinking…of a new legal concept. It is called Divorce. Basically it lets you leave your husband or wife. And I could oh, I don't know…get the Bard charged with house arrest." I say like a salesman.
Bellencia gasps, while Woman 1 angrily snaps at me.
"You can't be serious, you bastard! I just said we're not helping-"
"Sarah, think of what this could mean. Imagine if we could leave those bastards." Bellencia says seriously.
"You act like you could really give us that shit. Who are you to make such promises? You're some random fuck." Sarah says angrily.
I sigh annoyedly and grab the bridge of my nose. Then I lower my hand and give an earnest look.
"Alright, maybe the house arrest thing is far-fetched. But I can guarantee divorce. I'll even throw in that ummm…" I say seriously.
Oh God, I've heard of my fellow man being ruined by this. But it's necessary. And sometimes it isn't always a bad thing. Especially in this era with how women's rights are. I assume, anyway.
"That your husbands' will have to give up to half they own." I say hesitantly.
The women's jaws drop. Then in unison they smile and rub their hands together with malicious intent.
"Yes. We agree. But how will you even do this?" Sarah asks eagerly.
I um…how will I do this?
"Uh Libra? How do I introduce new laws?" I whisper nervously.
I get a mental image of Libra shrugging, and have to restrain myself from sighing.
"I'll figure it out. Don't worry." I lie confidently.
"Well, we won't take the stand until this divorce shit is legal." Bellencia says firmly.
They cross their arms in unison and give me determined, angry faces. I smile politely despite this.
"Of course. I'll get it taken care of." I lie confidently.
I step back and wave.
"I'll be leaving now. Take care." I say nicely.
"Later Mister Lawyer." Bellencia says annoyedly.
I turn and leave. I start to return home as quickly as I can after this. As I walk home, I realize I don't even know if their testimony will be worth this effort. But my damn mouth has me promising to fucking invent Divorces. Last time this was created, a man had to create a new edition of the bible to do so.
I enter my home, and lock the door behind me. As the door clicks, I sigh with relief and press my back against it. My eyes glaze over for a moment, then it refocuses on the library. Libra said all the information I'd need is back there…
I sigh, and move to the library. I begin searching it until I find a book that gives me hope on finding what I need. It's called 'Traditions of Law and Judges'. I skim through it until I find a chunk of a chapter that is of great interest.
Introducing Laws
If something of great importance occurs that requires a law restricting it to occur, a Judge may pray to the Constellation Libra. If she deems it worthy of being a Law, it will be etched onto all the world's Constitutions.
"I'm surprised this doesn't happen all the time, Libra." I say curiously.
Wait a minute…
"Doesn't that mean you're the reason those draconian laws are there to begin with?" I say annoyedly.
"Oh Gods, no.Don't accuse me of that shit. That is some bullshit they pulled out their ass. In reality, it's some magical bullshit they pull to make the words appear. And it has to be approved by all individual judges. City per city." Libra says angrily.
"Your world is stupider than mine. They lie to each other about how lies are made? Ridiculous." I say angrily.
I see a mental image of Libra giving me the bird. I shrug. Then an idea enters my mind.
"Could we make a spell where I write a new law onto the Constitution or whatever with a beam of light or something?" I ask curiously.
Libra laughs, and I see her shrugging in my head once more.
"Yeah, I suppose that'll help. But I doubt that trick will work forever when you don't have the Judge's support." she says amusedly.
I sigh and shake my head.
"It'll be fine, I'll get past it. How do I make spells?" I ask calmly.
"Go to the library, there's a spell making desk in there." Libra says calmly.
I enter, and my eyes find a light blue desk with a black and white book on it. An inkwell with blue ink inside, and a glowing quill. I take a seat at the desk.
"In the drawer is a book with all the rules of magic. Consider it a unique law system all its own." Libra says warmly.
I pull open the drawer, and find a navy blue book covered in small yellow stars knitted into the book's cover. I open it up and find a lot of rules. Rules that remind me of tabletop RPGs. It's almost like this is the most detailed system for spell creation ever.
"To put it in perspective, imagine if that anime Hunter X Huntress Mem system had very detailed rules and results for how what you get in exchange for various weaknesses and restrictions." Libra says warmly.
I stroke my chin, finding that very interesting. The potential is quite high.
"So these are all the rules, but how do I make the spells?" I ask curiously.
"That black and white book is your spellbook. You are to write the exact rules of the spell in that book, along with the trigger for it. Once that's done, there are one of two things to do. Memorize the spell, or keep the book with you." Libra explains calmly.
Hmmm…
"So the book is kinda pointless then?" I ask calmly.
"It just helps with creation, trust me." Libra says confidently.
I shrug my shoulders, and start leafing through it.
"First of all, we need to make that spell to create new Laws. If anything, we should make that fake ceremony true." I say calmly.
"I agree, that sounds good." Libra says warmly.
After a few minutes of skimming, and a few more of writing out the actual spell. I come up with this:
A Prayer for Order: The caster prays to Libra for a law to be created. If Libra agrees, the following occurs: A beam of light appears in courtrooms across Pordrig. This beam writes new laws into existence on the various locations' courtrooms.
Requires Libra to agree with the Law.
Low mana cost
"Ah, well done Henry. That should work well." Libra says warmly.
I smile and nod. Then I realize I need to do more. First of all, I need some offensive spells. And I need to become stronger fast. So let's see. If I could, I'd get a spell that makes me as buff as a shonen protagonist from the 90s. But what restriction should I use to get that?
It isn't long until I realize what the perfect restriction is. But first, I would need to create the conditions. And that itself is an interesting spell idea. … … … Here's what I got for the start of my build. I'm calling it 'Anime Lawyer Style'.
Libra's Courtroom: A spell that forces a trial anywhere between the user and the target. It will be overseen by Libra or a servant of Libra. Occasionally may pull in local judges that are especially good worshippers.
Results of this are based on the Judge's Ruling. Judges are allowed to be creative.
"Hmm. Intriguing. I wonder if these rulings will even be recognized by the public." Libra says, worried.
I shrug.
"Doesn't matter too much. If they're willing to stand trial for a spell, it'll rarely if at all come to the point this spell is necessary anyway." I say without a care.
Next is:
Enforcer Mode: A spell that automatically activates if a target refuses to take part in Libra's Courtroom, or any form of Court, or follow the law.
This spell turns the user into a super buff anime character. He also gains access to several spells.
His Strength currently grows to the level of an Olympian.
His Dexterity currently grows to the level of a top tier Olympian.
His Defense becomes Above Average.
His Combat Skill becomes Average.
"I'm satisfied with this." I say happily.
"Wow. An impressive spell." Libra says happily.
Now I need a ranged spell, and a support spell.
Justice Shot: Requires Enforcer Mode to be activated.
A ranged shot of Light mana that can fly at high speeds up to 120 feet.
Can be spammed almost infinitely. Very cheap.
Has a charged variation. Deals high damage, flies faster, and can grow to an enormous size. Can be charged near infinitely, provided mana can be supplied.
Lawful Seal: For every law that an individual is breaking, a magical seal surrounds a target's body. Can become a very high level seal, despite how low the mana cost is.
Laws must be determined to be broken by Libra, and/or a judge or ruler of an area.
Requesting Backup: A high mana cost move where Henry summons an Angel of Law to fight alongside him. Strength of the Angel(s) are based on the number and severity of the laws being broken.
Laws must be determined to be broken by Libra, a judge/ruler of an area, or the Angel being summoned. Sometimes Libra or an Angel will supercede a judge/ruler.
"Ah, this 'Anime Lawyer Style' is quite delightful! I can't wait to see it in action." Libra says happily.
I smile proudly, and close the spellbook.
"I agree. I think this will be all I need." I say confidently.
"You're really stupid if you think that. You don't even have a mobility spell." Libra deadpans.
My head droops from shame. She had a point. Unfortunately this spell wouldn't fit with the Anime Lawyer Style. It'll just be something original.
Wind Dash: A simple dash aided by Wind mana.
I don't really wanna make a dash too tricky, so this will have to do.
With that, I need to move on. It's time for Divorce to be made. I begin to pray, and Libra starts laughing.
"Oh you're fucking serious. The first new law you're making is inventing divorce. How sad and amusing." Libra says with great delight.
I see a mental image of Libra snapping her fingers. And then…I felt a bit of wind leave my stomach. I look down confusedly.
"That's the mana leaving you. I've done it. If you're curious, all I did was shoot a sunbeam through a window of the various courthouses, and burn the new law onto the constitutions." Libra says calmly.
"Oh. Neat." I say, disappointed.
Hmmm…what should I do now? Do I just like, immediately go back to those women? I yawn for a few moments, then sigh. God, I literally just died and immediately dived into a new case. Then made a new law.
I'm taking a nap. It's just like, 10 in the morning. I'll interview the women once more this afternoon. Then I'll make a plan for my arguments and…I dunno, try establishing a court date. Maybe meet with the judge and that Cato guy's lawyer. I dunno how court trials get set up here. But that sounds like a chore for later, I know that much for sure.